Walpurgis Night

Der flieget nie, der heut nicht flog.

He will never fly, who doesn't fly tonight.

From Faust / Walpurgis Night by J.W. Goethe

O-o-O-o-O

"Hellebore, mandrake, belladonna, flax seed, monkshood root, and grounded eagle bone. That's it, isn't it?" Hermione said laying the ingredients by the cauldron.

Classes had let out early for the holiday that Wednesday, and the Six were gathered in Hermione's room to make their preparations for the night.

''Those are the basic ingredients for making the flying salve," Neville explained," but the actual ingredients of the salve that companies like Nimbus and Cleansweep use for their brooms are a closely guarded trade secret."

"You mean the recipe can be improved?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Neville answered. "I'm not a much of a flyer myself, but I was always fascinated by how herbs and plants are used to make something fly. I reverse engineered the ingredients in Harry's Nimbus 2001 after it broke, and I found that Nimbus uses dragon scales and fly amanita on their salve. I also tested Harry's Firebolt and found they had increased the percentage of fly amanita and reduced the amount of mandrake."

Ron was transfixed listening to Neville. "It would be wonderful if you could make a flying salve to help the Chudley Cannons win a game this season."

"Actually... I've been experimenting with an ingredient that no one else has."

"What ingredient?" Hermione asked curiously.

"After we incinerated Sanguini and Montoni last Christmas, I gathered the vampire dust before Filch threw it away," Neville explained. "I think vampire dust will work a lot better than dragon scales. I've also improved the emulsifier for the salve. I think we can get better speed and manoeuverability."

"What are we waiting for? Let's brew it!" Harry said enthusiastically.

"I have to go to pick up the special order I made at the neighbourhood's butcher shop, Harry," Ginny said probingly. "Are you coming with me?"

"Why don't you and the girls go while we make the flying salve?" he replied apologetically to his girlfriend.

"I'll go with you," Luna said happily.

The two girls turned to Hermione, who looked undecided.

"Alright," the brunette finally relented. "I'll go with you."

She then turned to Neville. "Take good notes of the amounts you use. And be careful, some of these ingredients are poisonous."

"I know," Neville replied.

"Make sure you ventilate the fumes at least every five minutes," Hermione insisted.

"I know," Neville said patiently.

Hermione suddenly felt ashamed of her condescension. "I'm sorry Neville. Old habits die hard. I'm sure you know this better than I do." She turned to the other girls. "Let's go."

O-o-O-o-O

The three girls used their Portkeys to drop in Harry's flat. Ginny picked up some cash from the dresser, and the witches left the flat in lively conversation.

Harry and Ginny usually walked around the neighbourhood on weekends to get groceries or to go to a restaurant, and they had become the object of curiosity of several of their nosier neighbours. Several people acknowledged Ginny with a nod of their heads as she walked by, and she greeted them back with a bright and friendly smile before returning to the amicable debate she was having with her friends.

"Walpurgis Night and All Hollows Eve are exactly six months apart, and although they're both celebrations of nature and life, sexuality is more emphasized in Walpurgis Night because spring is the season of renewal," Hermione explained.

"So how did the Devil become associated with the celebrations?" Luna asked.

"For reasons of expediency. The new religions not only abhorred female learning and sexuality on principle, but they also wanted to have legal grounds to persecute the old pagan religions. That is why the practice of the osculatio podex..."

"No need to be academic with us," Ginny interrupted.

"That is why the kiss in the arse," Hermione resumed, "was so fatal for witches. All Muggles had to do was transform the wizard into the devil to make witches guilty of serving him."

"But you know there was no devil," Ginny said fervently. "Only Evil. No witch ever kissed the arse of Satan, or Mephistopheles, or whatever the name of the bloke is; no witch ever whored with him. When I think of those poor women being killed so horrifically, it makes me really angry."

"I know," the brunette emphasized, "but you must admit that the Devil is a great invention. It gives Muggles the excuse to do the most horrible, despicable things, and somehow retain the illusion that someone else is responsible."

"Is any of you going to kiss your wizard's arse tonight?" Luna asked evenly.

"Are you?" Hermione asked scandalized.

"I wouldn't do it as a sign of submission..." Luna started saying.

"What else can a kiss in the arse be a sign of?" Hermione wanted to know. "Witches were equal in knowledge and power to wizards, but they still were expected to perform this symbol of conformity to the paternalistic Wizarding society. It's demeaning."

"I would do it as a sign of defiance to the intolerance of some Muggles," Luna said gravely. "As a sign that they weren't able to exterminate us. As a sign that I'm a woman and a witch who is free to express her sexuality in unconventional ways if she wants to."

"Well said, Luna," Ginny said pensively.

They walked silently the rest of the way to the butcher shop.

"A pair of bull's testicles, a pound of deer entrails and the heart of boar," the butcher said looking at them curiously. "That, young lady, is the strangest special order I've ever taken. A Spaniard once ordered bull testicles for a soup, but no one has ever requested a boar's heart in this shop."

"It's for soup also," Ginny answered nervously.

They paid and headed to the grocery shop to finish their shopping list. They still needed some fruit for the token offerings they had planned for the Gods that favoured them.

"It was very thoughtful of you not to forget that Walpurgis Night is more than just flying and dancing naked," Hermione told the redhead. "It's important to show the proper gratitude to those who favour you."

After completing their purchases, the three witches returned to Hogwarts through the passage in the Shrieking Shack. They found the boys in the process of applying the finished flying salve to their brooms.

"Let's test my old Comet first," Ron said excitedly. "The salve on that broom was almost totally depleted. I could walk faster than it could fly."

"No time for that," Hermione said. "We have to pack everything we're taking to Blockula and then we have to take a ritual bath. We have to be cleansed before making our offerings to the Gods."

Despite the grumbling by Ron, Ginny and Harry, they used the shrinking charm to pack the food, drink, offerings and other items into the beaded bags. Then they started to undress.

O-o-O-o-O

Earlier that morning...

Ron groaned and stretched on the empty bed Wednesday morning. Hermione had gotten up earlier than usual for a school day, and he could hear the water of the roman tub running. He was surprised that she hadn't used the shower instead, since they would have to take a ritual bath before leaving to Blockula for Walpurgis Night.

He hated having to get up, but he had to pee. He walked into the bathroom and went into the loo that was separated from the roman tub by a partition. After relieving himself, he peeked to see what his girlfriend was doing.

Hermione was sitting on a towel by the edge of the roman tub with her knees raised toward her torso. She was totally naked, except for a towel around her hair. She was shaving her legs.

Hermione rinsed the shaver on the running water of the faucet, and after putting it down, ran one hand over the leg she had just finished to make sure it was smooth. She then grabbed some shaving gel and applied it to her other leg.

He had seen her shave her legs and quickly re-touch her genital area in the shower before, but for a more thorough job she usually moved to the tub. Hermione was obviously trying to do an extra good job; her shaver strokes were slow a deliberate.

Ron still was amazed at how beautiful her naked body was. Under the Hogwarts robes he had never guessed how curvy and womanly she was becoming. Her full, tear-shaped breasts were at the peak of their firmness, and the contrast between their milky white skin and the chestnut areolas was lovely to behold.

She finished shaving the leg, and after rinsing the shaver, took a dab of cream with her fingers from a jar. Hermione spread the cream slowly over her entire legs. The movements of her arms made her breasts sway a little.

Hermione then spread her legs and looked down at her crotch. She ran her fingers through her pubic hair appraisingly. Ever since they had performed the ritual joining, the Wednesday evening meetings had stopped being a naked affair because the nudity had already served its purpose of preparing them for the ritual. Since then, Hermione had temporarily stopped her intimate shaving routine. She grabbed a pair of scissors and spread her legs a little more to get a better look. The pink skin of her cleft peeked between the dark curls.

"I'd love some of that," he thought.

"Ron?" Hermione said looking up surprised.

He walked toward her, noticing that her brown eyes lingered a couple of seconds on his erect penis before looking up into his cobalt blue eyes.

"I have to shave, love; and then we have to do our morning Prefect duties," she said with a mix of apology and regret.

"I like your pussy just the way it is," he said with a wicked smile.

She already knew that Ron loved running his fingers through her thick pubic hair; and that he also loved the more robust scent of her pussy with it. That was one of the reasons why she had let it grow.

"My bush is starting to get a little out of control," she explained apologetically. "I don't want the other boys to think I'm a slob."

Since their joining, Ron could understand the emotions of his girlfriend a lot better. For many years Hermione had inexplicably felt unattractive, but now she was modestly confident of the comeliness of her physical attributes. Her wish to look her best was not driven by a desire to attract other boys, but mostly by the desire that he be proud of her.

"Can I help?" he asked with a sly smile.

Hermione's eyes twinkled as she laughed. "Only if you promise to be careful."

"I promise."

"First we have to shorten it with scissors, and then we shave it into shape," she explained.

"How would you like your hair cut today, milady?" Ron asked playfully.

"The top short and shaped into a triangle; the cunnie bare," she instructed him. "Or would you prefer a landing strip instead...?"

During her summer vacation in Spain, she had accidentally wandered into a nude beach and seen several young women sporting that style of pubic cut.

"A what?"

"Something new would be nice," she said thoughtfully. "Get the scissors and I'll explain as we go along."

Hermione lay down on her back, propping herself up with her elbows and spread her legs wide as Ron sat between them. He followed her instructions to perfection, slowly and very carefully cutting all the excess pubic hair with scissors and leaving only a narrow patch of longer pubic hair that began at the top of the hood of her clitoris.

She picked up a mirror that she had placed on the side and took a look at his work. "Very good. Let's start with the stubble on my cunnie. Get the shaving gel and put it on."

Ron started from the groin, and worked his way in. His hand trembled a little when he started to work around the cleft of her pussy. Her labia were symmetrical but spread a little into her vulva. Hermione felt his fear of cutting her.

"Just pull my pussy lips out of the way with your fingers and work around them," she told him evenly. "They're a lot tougher than they look, love. You stretch them all the time." she said with a playful smile and a peek at his crotch.

"Please, Mione. I'm trying to concentrate," he begged her.

After he had shaved her vulva clean, Ron moved towards her mons pubis and spread the shaving gel on the remaining stubble.

He was the picture of concentration as he shaved slowly for several minutes. Hermione started to get worried because she couldn't see what he was doing.

"Is everything alright?" she asked, a little concerned.

If Ron made a big mistake, she would probably have to go completely clean shaven, and she hated the idea of having her pussy look like that of a little girl.

"Close your eyes," Ron asked her.

"What did you do!" she exclaimed with alarm, trying to rise to take a look.

Ron blocked her view with his hand and pushed her back. "Close your eyes. Please."

Hermione complied hesitantly.

"Okay, you can open them now," he said a moment later.

Ron had positioned the mirror between her legs and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw it. Her face brightened with surprise. Ron had shaped the hair into a perfectly symmetrical one-inch-wide strip, with sharp edges. It actually looked good on her.

Hermione grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him on the lips. "I love it, Ron."

Hermione grabbed the jar with the cream and held it in front of him.

"You still have to put a little cream on my pussy before we're finished," she said in a low, suggestive voice.

"What's the cream for?

"It's a moisturizer. To avoid shaver burn," she explained.

Ron did a thorough job of slowly applying the cream to the silky-smooth surface of her pussy, caressing it into every nook and cranny of her pubic area. Somehow a finger found its way into her vagina.

"You didn't shave me in there, love," she said pulling on his hand. "Sorry, Ron, but we have to make our Prefect rounds." She got up but stopped to whisper into his ear. "Tonight, though, you can pound my cunnie all you want."

Hermione went to get dressed, and after cursing loudly, Ron took a cold shower.

O-o-O-o-O

Even though their Wednesday reunions had stopped being a naked affair, shedding their clothes in front of each other was still felt normal in an odd sort of way.

The girls had gained a healthy dose of female vanity, and even though none of them was wearing any fancy clothes or make up, it was clear that they took care of their appearance. Under their plain clothes they wore sexy undergarments, and as the girls began removing their clothes, it was obvious that their legs, pits and genitalia were freshly shaved and trimmed.

Hermione was the last to remove her particularly tiny knickers. She was a bit apprehensive about what the reaction would be to her new style.

"Wow! I like the new do, Hermione. It looks really sexy," Harry said evenly.

"Thanks, Harry," the brunette replied a little embarrassed, but clearly gratified.

The other teens joined in and spoke glowingly of Hermione's new "style".

Only five weeks ago, having Harry admiring and complimenting his girlfriend's pussy; and having her look so pleased by his compliments, would have sent Ron into a fit of jealous rage. But he didn't feel anything like that this time. The ritual joining had alleviated many of the petty jealousies and insecurities that had almost doomed his relationship with Hermione.

"Was it difficult to do?" Ginny asked Hermione with interest.

"Actually, Ron is the one who did it," she revealed to everyone's surprise. "It turns out he's quite the pubic topiary artist."

"You shaved Hermione's pu… down there?" an amazed Harry asked Ron.

"Yes," Ron replied shyly.

"Wicked!" Harry said high fiving his friend.

Hermione beamed proudly at her laughing boyfriend and sent him an air kiss.

The ritual bath went without a hitch, although the boys again started to get a bit too excited by the sight of their girlfriends applying the anointing oil to their bodies, particularly to their breasts and legs.

They didn't put on any robes before stepping out to the sitting room this time. The girls just put their beaded bags around their necks before Hermione opened the window. A chilly evening air blew into the room.

"Better perform a little warming charm before putting our wands away," Harry said to the witches. "To avoid shrinkage," he added laughing.

The nipples of the three witches were showing the effects of the chill wind coming through the window.

Ginny performed the warming charm on Harry and herself, and after putting their wands inside her beaded bag, mounted the broom behind Harry and put her arms around his muscular chest.

"This is kind of nice, but take us there fast," she told her boyfriend.

Harry kicked off the floor, and the Firebolt rocketed out the window.

"Whoa!" Harry exclaimed leaning forward against the wind as he pressed for more speed. Ginny leaned with him, and she let out a scream of excitement. Even with two people on, the speed of the Firebolt was greater than before. They reached the magical clearing just as the warming charm was starting to wear off. Harry went into a steep dive.

"Tally-ho! Ginny yelled happily behind him. "Fly to the bonfires," she shouted to his ear pulling out her wand.

The day before, Harry and Ginny had prepared one large pile of firewood by the magical stone circle, and three smaller piles, for the "private" bonfires, at some distance from each other. They had placed each of the smaller bonfires close to one of the several menhirs around Blockula. Harry dove for the large pile by the stone circle first.

"Incendio!" cried Ginny, and a rope of fire shot from her wand. Despite the speed at which they were moving, she scored a perfect hit, and the firewood burst into flames.

Harry did a celebratory barrel roll that forced Ginny to tighten her hold around him as he shot towards a menhir in the distance.

"Hojotoho! Hojotoho!" she yelled and laughed as her hair whipped behind her like a flame.

Another rope of flame shot from her wand, and it hit the smaller pile of firewood by the menhir, making it burst into flames.

"Two for two," Harry yelled as he barrel-rolled again and changed directions at dizzying speed.

Ginny let go of him and spread her arms wide, letting the wind hit her face. She was on an adrenaline high. Harry started another barrel roll, but she just tightened the hold of her thighs around his hips, keeping her arms spread eagle.

"Hojotoho! Hojotoho!" she yelled as Harry went into a vertical dive. The rope of fire shot straight down, and it hit the pile of wood dead centre. Harry pulled out of the dive just inches above the high flames.

"Too easy," she yelled.

When the last menhir came into view, Harry went into an inverted flight. Her left arm went around his chest.

"Hojotoho! Heiaha!" and a rope of flame shot from the wand on her right hand. The last pile burst into flames.

It had been an uncanny feat of marksmanship. Only when the rope of flame started whipping around behind them, and making amazing shapes in the night sky, did Harry realize that she was controlling the fire with her mind.

Harry headed toward the large central bonfire where the others were watching the spectacle with their mouths open, and he buzzed them flying just inches above their heads. He made a sharp turn that forced him to hold on to the broomstick with all his strength and came to a soft landing next to the fire.

Ginny got off the broom and embraced him as he stepped down. She stood on her tiptoes and pecked his mouth.

"That was brilliant flying, Harry," she said enthusiastically.

"Are you still cold?" he asked, amused.

Ginny looked down at her hard nipples. "They're hard for another reason," she said dismissively. "It's my turn now!"

Hermione realized that it would be impossible to stop the redhead at this point. They could start setting up the food and drink in the meantime.

Ginny sat at the front of the Firebolt while Harry took position behind her. He cupped her breasts with a firm grasp from behind.

"Harry..." she said menacingly, turning her body to look at him.

"What?" he asked innocently.

She kissed his lips. "Don't you dare move those hands," she said as she kicked off the ground and accelerated away.

Somehow, Ron convinced Hermione to take a spin on the Comet with him, and Neville took up Luna without much opposition. The three brooms crisscrossed the skies over Blockula for a quarter of an hour. Ginny, to no one's surprise, flew recklessly. Ron had to fly more sedately because Hermione was still terrified of flying. Neville and Luna flew at leisurely speed, enjoying the view of the stars, before coming back to the ground.

O-o-O-o-O

After some final preparations, Hermione solemnly stepped toward the bonfire holding a bunch of grapes in one hand, and a libation cup with wine in the other.

"Mercury, messenger of the Gods, God of abundance, who carries the dreams of humans; accept this token offering from your favourite as a symbol of my gratitude. May I always be worthy of your favour." She tossed a bunch of grapes into the fire and took a sip from the libation cup. "To the Gods, their share," she said spilling the rest of the wine into the fire.

The rest stepped forward in turn to make their offering, and to give the Gods their share.

Harry offered to Mars, the God of war and virility, the bull testicles; Ginny offered Venus, the Goddess of love and sensuality, strawberries; Neville offered Jupiter, the king of the Gods, a boar's heart as a symbol of courage; Luna offered her namesake, who brings light to the dark night, an apple to symbolize wisdom; and finally Ron offered Saturn, the God who endured defeat, deer entrails as a symbol of strength.

The three boys weren't thrilled about having to handle quite unappealing animal parts, but it was customary for wizards to make a meat offering and witches a fruit offering. Harry just wished Ginny hadn't taken tradition so much to heart and stuck him with the bull testicles. Ron and Neville would surely tease him mercilessly about it.

They sat on a large rug listening to music on the Wizarding Wireless Network, drinking Butterbeer and eating fruits and snacks.

"Tell me, Harry," Ron asked laughing. "How did it feel having that big pair of balls in your hand?"

Fortunately, Ginny knew exactly how to put a stop to that kind of teasing from his brother.

"If you are so interested in knowing what's like to have a pair of big balls in your hands, why don't you ask me instead?" she said with a sideways glance at Harry's crotch. "I've had that experience quite often lately."

Ron begged her to keep her testicle handling experiences to herself, despite Hermione's and Luna's only half-joking requests for her to tell them all about it.

That was the end of Ron's attempts at testicle jokes.

The radio started playing more lively music. Hermione and Ginny got up and led the teens in jumping and dancing around the bonfire. They sang the lyrics awfully as they moved faster and faster around the circle.

"Wait, wait!" Hermione said, coming to a stop. "You boys stay right there," she instructed them. "Luna and Ginny, come here with me."

The three boys were standing next to each other almost shoulder to shoulder, while the girls were a few steps in front of them.

"Do you girls want to see something funny?" the brunette asked Ginny and Luna.

"Yes!" the two girls replied in unison.

Hermione turned to the boys. "The three of you, start jumping."

"What?" Ron said.

"Jump!" Hermione ordered.

They started a little uncoordinated at first, but soon the three boys were jumping and laughing as each tried to jump higher than the other.

Their dangly bits were bouncing all over. Neville's "showy" penis was flapping between his lower abdomen and his thighs, making slapping sounds; Harry's testicles were bouncing from left to right, with his flaccid penis bouncing on top his scrotum; meanwhile, Ron's penis and balls were bouncing wildly in different directions.

The girls were bending over laughing, pointing and covering their mouths with their hands as they chatted among themselves.

"Stop...STOP!" Harry ordered the boys. "Do you think our dangly bits are funny?" he asked the girls after they came to a halt.

The three girls looked at each other, laughing madly, before turning to face the boys.

"YES!" they yelled in unison.

"They're bloody funny," Ginny added for good measure.

"Alright," Harry said to the girls with feigned indignation. "It's your turn now. Start jumping!"

"JUMP, JUMP, JUMP!" the three boys urged the girls.

Their girlfriends were good sports, and they were in a good mood. They let their beaded bags hang behind their backs, and started jumping as high as they could, laughing and singing.

Luna's small and firm boobies didn't move much; while Ginny's full, round breasts bounced up and down considerably without losing their shape. Hermione's tear-shaped knockers, though, were bouncing wildly and slapping against her ribcage.

The boys laughed and pointed to keep the appearance of payback. In reality, though, they were getting quite turned-on by the exquisite threesome of bouncing titties.

"Let's get them!" Harry screamed as the three boys ran after their girlfriends.

The girls ran around the bonfire screaming and laughing, dodging the half-hearted attempts to tackle them by the boys. Neville ran behind Luna keeping just the right distance to keep pinching her bum. Ron's attempts at tackling Hermione were only successful in getting handfuls of her breasts rather than actually tackling her. Harry on the other hand, tickled Ginny every chance he got, without neglecting to "accidentally" get handfuls of bum and boobs in the process.

Eventually, each couple started to make their way in the general direction of the "private" bonfire they had agreed upon.

Harry finally caught up with Ginny, or she let herself get caught, and they rolled on the lush grass of Blockula. Harry straddled her, supporting his weight on his knees, and tickled her. Ginny struggled and squirmed, laughing madly, but unwilling to use any of the self-defence techniques she could have used.

Slowly, the mock struggle came to a halt. The weight of Harry's fully erect cock had settled between her breasts. She just had to look down to kiss and lick the crimson head.

"It seems that Mars accepted your offering," she said huskily, looking up at his eyes.

His sexual arousal was just as evident in his glowing green eyes, as it was on the stiff member on her chest. "Lucky me," she added breathlessly.

Ginny pressed her breasts together around his warm cock, and Harry rocked slowly back and forth, needing the friction badly. At the end of each forward thrust of his penis she sucked on the tip and kissed it as it retreated.

The novelty of the act had excited Harry more than usual. In just a couple of minutes, Ginny felt the first throbs of his penis. They were the presage of a climax.

Harry had never come in her mouth, much less her face; he was too polite and considerate for that. She was contemplating if she should tell him, it was okay this time, but then she remembered that his first ejaculation of the night was usually a prodigious torrent.

It would be really awkward if Harry had to explain to her mum and brothers that she hadn't died in a heroic fight against Death Eaters, but that she had choked on his semen.

Harry stopped and started laughing when she let her overly exaggerated fears drift into their shared consciousness.

He tried to speak, still shaking with laughter, but he couldn't. He got off her chest, and lay on the grass next to her, looking up at the starry heavens above them.

"You're so lovable, Ginny," he chuckled turning his head to see her in the eyes.

She beamed at him and leaned to kiss his lips. "So are you. I'm sorry..."

"Don't be."

They stayed silent for a minute, looking up at the very dark night sky. The conditions for star gazing were ideal; the moon was not due to rise until 3:28 AM.

"Turn around this way a little," Harry told her.

They turned their bodies until they were looking due north. Harry scanned the night sky, and finally found what he was looking for.

"There she is!" he exclaimed in awe as he pointed almost directly to the northwest.

On the edge of the horizon shined a very bright object.

"We almost missed her," Harry continued. "The home of your Goddess is about to set."

Ginny laughed softly and squeezed his hand as she looked up at Venus.

"It's curious, isn't it" she said meditatively," that the brightest object in the night sky tonight, is the planet of the Goddess of Love." She scanned the heavens for a moment. "There you are. Between Leo and Cancer," she said pointing.

The faint reddish point of Mars, the mighty God of War, was insignificant when compared to the magnitude of brightness of Venus.

They silently admired the beautiful stars of the heavens for several minutes, in awe of the unfathomable depths of the universe.

"Sirius won't be out tonight," Harry said sadly.

She squeezed his hand again and rolled on her side to kiss him.

O-o- O- o-O

Neville and Luna reached the small bonfire to the west of the stone circle and playfully ran around it singing a nursery rhyme about Babbity Rabbity. Neville stopped and waited for Luna to come around. She ran into his open arms, and they embraced.

Luna giggled as she felt his cock growing harder against her abdomen. She looked up at him with clear silver-blue eyes.

"Are we going to fuck now?" she asked eagerly.

Neville chuckled at the same time he nodded. Luna could still surprise him by saying the damnedest things in bed, or out of it, but she always had a delicious air of innocence about her when it came to sex.

She could be choking on a mouthful of his cock; she could have gobs of spunk dripping from her chin, or she could be gleefully taking all of his cock up her arse; but whenever she looked at him with those clear, silver-blue eyes... she was almost virginal.

It was a bloody sexy dichotomy.

He leaned down to kiss her, letting his hands slide down her sides. They went past the narrow waist, over the flare of her hips and around the cheeks of her bum before grasping it firmly. She moaned as he squeezed it.

Neville lifted her by the buttocks, and she put her hands around his neck, deepening the kiss even more as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Holding her with only one hand, he grabbed his penis with the other and probed for her pussy opening. When she felt he was at the right location, she lowered herself unto his penis. They both groaned.

She moved up and down using her arms around his neck for leverage. He let her do most of the work at the beginning, but then he started thrusting upward until she was taking all of his length. He dug his fingers into her bum as she kissed him hotly on the neck and mouth.

"This is good," Luna told him in the almost unrecognizable husky voice she got in her most heated moments. "I love kissing and fucking you, Neville."

Neville's blood boiled over. He kissed her face and neck before whispering in her ear.

"Do you want all of it?"

She looked at him with her innocent silver-blue gaze. "Yes, Nev. Give my pussy all of it."

He moved clumsily toward the tall menhir a few paces from the fire as Luna bounced on top of his penis. He moved closer, until her back was against the flat surface of the stone, and he dug his feet to the ground to get leverage. Luna was on the edge of an orgasmic frenzy. He thrust upward with all his force, leaning forward to get more leverage, and she let out a yelp.

He fucked her hard. Real hard. Her yelps and moans merged into a continuous low cry of ecstasy as her pussy got stuffed up to his balls. Luna wasn't as loud in the heat of passion as Ginny, much less Hermione, but inside she burned just as hotly as her coven sisters.

"A little faster, love," she said shakily. "A little more..."

Neville grunted and bared his teeth. He gave out a mighty roar as he made a final effort to bring her with him. His legs were burning, but he increased the pace anyway, trying to delay his unstoppable climax as much as possible. She dug her short nails into his back as she came with potent spasms that made her feel she was ascending to the heavens. Neville followed her into bliss, and she tightened her vaginal muscles around his long member as it throbbed deep inside her.

Luna unwrapped her legs from his waist and let go of his neck. Her legs felt weak, and she went down to her knees in front of Neville's softening, hanging penis.

Neville was exhausted, and he was having difficulty catching his breath. He leaned forward against the menhir placing his forearm against the rock and resting his forehead on his wrist as he panted for air.

After the orgasmic haze in her head had cleared a little, Luna spread his legs apart a little to give herself enough space to crawl between them. She emerged on the other side and kneeled facing his bum. She placed a hand on each of his buttocks and spread them a little. Neville was too knackered and too intrigued to do anything.

She leaned forward, and puckered-up her lips...

O-o-O-o-O

Their kissing grew more passionate, and Harry's fingertips were teasing the cleft of her pussy. He was taking his sweet time, but Ginny smiled. She loved how he would increase her desire by suspense.

Just as he was about to push it into her, there was a loud scream in the distance, and then another. Harry froze.

"What was that?" he asked alarmed.

Ginny pealed her ears as more screams could be heard. "That's Hermione having fun," she replied with a hint of amusement. "I think we're too close to their bonfire."

"Are you sure?" he asked, still not fully convinced.

"Come on, baby. Come on! Get that cunnie!" could be heard in the distance.

"Yep. That's definitely Hermione," Ginny answered.

"She can get really loud..."

"... and informative," she added chuckling. "But who am I to criticize?" She gave Harry a sultry look. "We're intruding, love. Let's go to our bonfire. I'd love to do a little screaming in private myself."

"I have a better idea," he said glowing with excitement.

Ginny's smile and shoulders sagged a little.

"I promise you'll love it," he assured her.

Ginny couldn't think of anything better than sex at that precise moment, but he took her hand and led her toward the large bonfire. When they arrived, he asked her to help him move everything off the large carpet the boys had insisted they bring along. While the girls had gone shopping, they had come up with the idea of trying the flying salve on a carpet. They had also set a schedule so all three couples could try flying on it.

"Give me the flying salve, please," he said to her.

"What for?" she asked intrigued as she pulled the salve out the beaded bag.

Harry applied the flying salve to the underside of the carpet, and when he finished, he smiled full of mischief.

"If you're brave enough, we could make love on this thing," he said wagging his eyebrows.

There were two things that Ginny loved doing more than anything else in the world: making love with Harry and flying. But doing both simultaneously on a flying carpet sounded insane and dangerous.

"Wicked!" she said beaming.

They got on the carpet and went down on all fours, holding on to the forward edge.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked her.

She was both nervous and excited at the same time. She nodded firmly and Harry kicked off the ground.

It was no wonder that during the siege of Vienna of 1683, in the greatest magical aerial battle of the time, the Viennese witches flying brooms, had soundly defeated the invading Ottoman wizards in their flying carpets.

The first couple of minutes on the carpet were harrowing. The carpet was a lot more difficult to control and steer than a broom. It also was a much less stable platform for the rider. A few times Harry and Ginny were convinced they were going to crash, but their superior aerial skills and instincts saved them.

The two gifted fliers were soon able to control the flight of the temperamental carpet. They flew around Blockula on their knees, holding to the leading edge of the carpet. They laughed, enjoying the freedom of flight, and the fresh air hitting their faces and their naked bodies. The initial arousal caused by the excitement and the danger, sought other types of release.

Harry leaned over to kiss his girlfriend, who was kneeling next to him. "You keep flying," he said huskily. "I'll be right behind you."

"Harry," she said hotly. "I want you bad... but we're going to crash if we get distracted."

"Remember magic is mostly intent," he replied. "You can wish the carpet to fly level around Blockula."

Harry slid behind her and raised her bum up. His hand caressed her buttocks and then the warm, smooth vulva. He fingered her slowly and lowered himself to lick the first ambrosial juice seeping out of her. His tongue slid in and out between her folds quickly, and he tried to push it as far inside her as he could. He kissed and sucked on her pussy lips with relish, lapping up her sweet juices.

"Oh, Venus protect us!" Ginny implored as her body shuddered. The flight of the carpet became erratic and unstable. It was like being on top of the waterbed on display in the mattress store close to Harry's flat. The salesman had insisted they try laying down on it.

"Gods, Harry. I need you inside me. Please!"

His cock split her pussy lips asunder, and the redhead let out a groan of relief and a little pain as his thick member pushed into the warm, tight embrace of her vagina.

Just like on a waterbed, for every movement on the carpet there was an equal and opposite countermovement. Harry stroked in and out of her, but the wave-like, undulating movement of the carpet made any effort on their part unnecessary. The rocking motion moved his penis in and out of her pussy by itself.

Harry could concentrate on caressing and squeezing her breasts all the better, but as much as Ginny enjoyed getting it from behind, the man she loved felt far away in this position. She wanted to see his face and his beautiful eyes as they made love; she wanted to see his expressions of bliss when he came inside her. She let him read her thoughts.

"I want you on top of me, love," she said breathlessly. "We'll just have to will the carpet to keep flying."

"I love seeing your face too," he said smiling warmly as she turned her head.

They both concentrated on the carpet flying around Blockula and gradually its flight became steadier.

The young couple moved closer to the centre of the carpet, and Ginny lay on her back. She spread her slender legs apart and Harry entered her gently, drawing a soft moan. Her ankles locked above his bum and Harry leaned down to capture her lips. He started moving slowly as they kissed. Their tongues entwined leisurely, and he moaned into her mouth as he deepened his strokes. The vibrations in her mouth made her body shudder.

He was making love to her gently, enjoying the closeness of her body and the tightness of her pussy. His eyes locked on hers, and he bit his lower lip as he let out a hard breath.

Ginny reached as far as she could with her arms and placed her hands on the cheeks of his bum. She closed her eyes and felt the muscles of his buttocks contract and relax in unison with his strokes. She imagined his shapely, manly bum as he drove his hips back and forth. The heat inside her rose a little more and she raised her head to kiss him more passionately.

"Oh... Harry..."

He rose to kneel between her legs. He kept the slow and steady strokes, giving her time to admire his magnificent chest and abdominal muscles. He looked down at her, and smiled softly before he grabbed her ankles and placed them on his shoulders. A minute later his hand guided the toes of her left foot into his mouth. He sucked on them individually and collectively, and the heat inside her rose another degree.

Harry pushed back her ankles until her knees were touching the carpet. Her hips raised a little and he changed the angle of his strokes. He went deep; filling her pussy with as much cock as it could possibly take. It was absolute bliss as the carpet pushed back against his strokes. He kept the same pace but increased the force of his thrusts. Her cries of pleasure rose several decibels in volume, and the heat inside her rose another degree.

His right hand took hold of her left breast. He caressed it and squeezed it before he pinched her erect nipple. A shudder spread from that nipple through her entire body. Her pussy clenched around his hard, hot cock and he groaned.

The heat was unbearable. A thin sheen of sweat started covering her body. Her hands reached for her own breasts. She caressed and kneaded them together before pinching her own hard nipples. Somewhere inside her, something happened.

The heat turned into a fire.

It was a selfish fire; it was a demanding fire; an inconsiderate fire. It only wanted to be quenched.

When she opened her eyes, Harry was looking straight down at her. His pupils were so dilated that there was barely any green left in his eyes.

He too, was getting burned, but he smiled. He still had some control left.

At that moment all she felt was an absolute sense of need.

Need to scream; need for his cock; but above everything else; need to come.

"I need to come, love. Make me come!"

He grunted and increased the tempo, baring his teeth as his hips slapped against her bum. He thrusted into her at a breakneck pace, but it was so delicious. Her little pussy was taking a pounding... and she loved it.

"DON'T STOP... DON'T STOP... YES, YES... YESSSS!

She bit into his shoulder much harder that she should have, and she felt the cum pouring out her pussy as convulsions racked her body. Wave after wave of pleasure radiated from her pussy and for a moment she was back in the Elysian Fields, in a state of grace with the universe.

When Ginny felt his cock throbbing inside her vagina and Harry voiced his love for her, she closed her eyes. Her bliss was now complete.

They landed next to the menhir and stayed still, contentedly watching the starry heavens above them holding hands. After about five minutes, Ginny let go and pulled a towel out of her beaded bag to clean herself. She then moved to clean Harry's bits.

Throughout the day Harry had sensed that Ginny was feeling conflicted about something. She had successfully blocked her thoughts from him except for one word that had escaped her. Osculatio. As she was cleaning him, he again sensed the conflicted thoughts coming from her.

Harry raised himself and gently pushed her shoulders down until she lay on the carpet. He kissed her lips briefly and then kissed his way down her body until he was between her legs. Ginny's breath hitched, expecting him to eat her pussy next, but he just kissed his way through until his full lips settled against her arse. She briefly felt a brush of his tongue as lips smacked her butthole.

Harry moved up to her and smiled. "That tradition needs to be modernized. Only an idiot would think that a capable witch like you needs to subordinate herself to a wizard like me."

Ginny was taken by surprise by his words, but she immediately knew what to do. "I don't think that a capable wizard like you should subordinate himself to a witch like me."

Ginny's trail of kisses followed the same path as Harry's until her lips settled against his arse. Her tongue briefly brushed his butthole, and she gave it a smacking kiss.

She smiled at him. "I think we have started a new tradition, love. That's a tradition I can live with."

The couple got off the carpet and Harry sent a Patronus to let the other couples know the carpet was available. A few minutes later someone Accioed the carpet and it flew away.

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The bright sunshine woke up the teens way sooner than they would have wanted. They converged on the dying embers of the large bonfire, still naked.

"Last night I saw a brook that flows into Black Lake while we were flying. Does anyone want to join me for a bath before breakfast?" Ginny asked.

Despite Ron's groans, they all flew to the brook and bathed in the refreshing water. There was some playing around, but all of them were still a bit knackered from the night's activities.

After drying themselves and getting dressed, they flew back to Hogwarts and went down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

"So, did anyone else do it on the flying carpet?" Ginny asked casually.

"You did it on the flying carpet!" Ron said amazed."

"Yes," Harry interjected. "Didn't you two?"

"I was too worried about dying," Hermione said still terrified from the flight on the carpet. "Having sex on that thing didn't cross our minds."

"We did," Luna said smiling. "It was wonderful."

"I can't believe we're the only ones who didn't get to shag on the flying carpet," Ron said frustrated. "How did you two manage?" he asked Neville. "That thing is impossible to control."

"Well..." Neville answered with an embarrassed smile. "We did it on the flying carpet... but it wasn't flying at the time."

O-o-O-o-O

Tom Riddle was in a furious rage. To be defied and betrayed by one of his inner circle could give ideas to other discontents among his followers. He had outright killed the guards who had been on duty at the time of the break-in at Malfoy Manor, but he also had promised greater gold rewards and Ministry positions to the other members of his inner circle to keep them in line.

The most disturbing aspect for Voldemort was that his attempts to forcibly summon the Malfoys using the Dark Mark had failed. Snape had informed him that the curse on the Dark Mark had been broken by Bill Weasley and the Mudblood Granger the same night of their escape. If word of that fact got out, others might be tempted to defect.

The Legilimency and Veritaserum used on Snape hadn't revealed any complicity on his part. Even though Snape was a master Occlumens, and despite the fact that he could surely brew an effective antidote for Veritaserum, Riddle was satisfied with the loyalty of the greasy professor. Snape's hate for Potter was inexplicably far superior to his own. He at least had legitimate reasons to want Potter dead.

"Potter has dared to attack my residence," Voldemort hissed at the assembled Death Eaters. "We will respond in kind. Pettigrew!"

"Yes, Master," the ratty man answered with a deep bow.

"You know of two secret entrances to Hogwarts from Hogsmeade. Is that correct?"

"Yes, Master," Pettigrew answered, proud to be called upon by the Dark Lord.

"Snape informs me that the way through the Whomping Willow is now being monitored by Dumbledore and that alarms are in place as soon as someone enters the passageway from the Shrieking Shack. He can turn the passage into a tomb if he wants to.

That only leaves the secret passage from Honeydukes that you mentioned."

"Yes Master, that passage is only known to the Marauders and Potter's friends."

"You will coordinate a test run with Snape so he can be at Dumbledore's office to see if you trigger any of the alarms." After Snape acknowledged him with a slight bow, Voldemort continued. "We will attack Potter and his friends where they feel the safest. I want one, or all of them dead!"

"Can I lead the raid, Master?" Bellatrix Lestrange asked with a maniacal expression. "I'd love to cut their throats while they sleep and desecrate their bodies."

"I will lead the attack myself, but you may still have the opportunity to cut their throats, Bellatrix. Make sure you have the necessary passwords and intelligence for when the moment comes," Voldemort added turning to Snape.

"There are many wild rumours about Potter and his friends going around the castle..."

"What kind of rumours?" Voldemort demanded to know.

"About their sleeping arrangements. The three witches haven't precisely endeared themselves with some of the female students by attracting so much attention from the male population. It's amazing how much jealousy a good complexion and a shapely body can generate among young women."

"Spare me your musings about teenage girls," Voldemort spat.

"Sorry, my Lord," Snape apologized with a slight bow. "Some girls, most notably Romilda Vane and Lavender Brown, are industriously spreading rumours about wild sexual escapades. I've had one of the Slytherin Prefects, Pansy Parkinson, keep an eye on the corridor leading to the Gryffindors Prefects' rooms."

"And..."

"It's certain that the Mudblood Granger and the Weasley boy share a room every night. It's also almost certain that Longbottom and the Lovegood girl secretly share the other room even though they make an appearance in their respective dormitories every morning."

"What about Potter?" Voldemort hissed.

"Miss Parkinson isn't sure. The six of them meet every Wednesday for several hours in the Mudblood's room for what she suspects are the orgies everyone is talking about." Snape paused as Bellatrix cackled with a deranged expression on her face. "She has never seen Potter or his whore leave the room, but they too make an appearance in their respective dormitories every morning."

"Get the facts straight, Severus, and keep me informed."

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